Life Poem by Himadri Chowdhury

With the sleeping pills in hand,
The young man thinks - will I be kicked off?
If I succumb, what would I have?
But, Still I'm on the hoof;
Once she was, no longer of mine,
gone through the passage she liked.
Shouldest I go by?
The heart quaeres and quaeres.
Scaffolded endearment, sisters amours, buddies, affinity -
all I have, All I feel as need.
Frustrated! Melancholy! Depressed!
what ever;
Nevertheless, divine touch in the soul.
The young man thinks-
as the man, all I have;
So why, O soul! why?
His hands trembling..
Falling on the floorsleeping pills rolled up- with the siren inside,
as if someone chanting live in chant.